The Devil You Know - L.A. Guns

We can do this all the harder way

Trade your bible for the witchcraft

Shed your body like the snake skin

Cause you’re filthy like the swamp rat

One day, some day

Gonna show you the power

Drink your sickness

Like the rain down a sewer drain

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

And the Devil been suckin' on my soul

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

Just the Devil, is all

Got stench that stinks like sulfur

And blood forced through your pores

Not bad when you’re numb to the horror

Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold

You can kneel down to Baphomet

Pull the magic from his left hand

Or rely upon your faith heal

But your hope ain’t gonna come back

Some day, one day

In the darkest of hours

Feel your sickness

In your brain like a coup de main

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

And the Devil been suckin' on my soul

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

Just the Devil, is all

Got stench that stinks like sulfur

And blood forced through your pores

Not bad when you’re numb to the horror

Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold

Fire in the heaven

Naked in the rubble

Darkness in the morning

Flying in the thunder

God will bring us under

Coughing underwater

Power’s in my finger

Pig is in the main house

Laying in the shadows

Waiting for the signal

Taking down the minnow

Ripping apart the whale

Cloud is getting bigger

Night is getting longer

Days are getting colder

Bones are getting rubbery

Lay down

Lay down for the Devil

Lay down

Lay down for the Devil

Got stench that stinks like sulfur

And blood forced through your pores

Not bad when you’re numb to the horror

Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

My momma dun told me you’re the Devil

Just the Devil, is all